He stiffened like he’d been frozen.
His breathing stopped.
His hands hovered awkwardly in the air, unsure where to go.
I tightened my arms, pressing myself fully against him, kissing him clumsily but fiercely.
I wanted him to know that this time, someone truly wanted him.
The kiss had no skill—just seven years of feelings I could no longer hide.
He stayed stiff at first, then the resistance melted away inch by inch.
After what felt like forever, his hands finally settled on my waist.
Gently at first, tentative, like he was afraid I’d disappear like smoke.
Then tighter, more certain.
The kiss turned scorching, like he wanted to devour me and never let go.
Before I could catch my breath, Elliott flipped me underneath him.
His kiss carried long-suppressed wildness, but I still fel
